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The rusty redness of the canyons stood so magnificently. The wind blew through the trees, giving me enough coolness to balance the burning sun that was bathing my skin. And the trail became steeper and steeper with each step that I took.

But I wanted to reach the top of that mountain.

"Don't look down..."

I'm not afraid of heights. Just of falling.

But my love for accomplishing an adventure will tend to exceed my fear of falling. So, I continued up. And up.

And up...

We had reached midpoint of the trail that lead to the Hidden Canyon. It was shady, so we rested a little bit. I took a moment to look around.

"Zion is beautiful..."

As I looked out, awestruck at the amazingness of the wilderness that we were camping in, they came into my head again.

They are always there.

I don't think they mean to come. I'm sure, really, that they would rather not. I know they would want me to enjoy my time and be with my friends and love the week.

But, unconsciously, my mind seem to enjoy them there, to trap them inside. Keep them there. Not allowing me to forget.

"I wish they were here with me."

And that's when it came. A thought. One sentence.

"I will be on your right hand and on your left."

Randomly.

I looked to my right. I looked to my left. There were mountains. There were trees. Beneath me, there was the canyon. Above me, birds soaring through the sky.

"I will be on your right hand and on your left..."

And it was true. The mountains, the sky, the ground, the birds flying, the bugs buzzing, the clouds rolling... were all His.

I was surrounded by Him. Encompassed by His work created by His hands. I was not alone. Nor am I ever.

What a wonderful world! What a beautiful place! This fan-dandy, colorful, 3-D planet that we live in, was made for us!

"Thank you, for making this place so beautiful. Thank you for caring. Thank you for being there."

God is there. He is with us.

We just have to be willing to look around and see Him.

Comments

  1. Karl and Debbie King FamilyMay 18, 2014 at 1:11 PM

    Thank you, Thank you,.......A testimony is best when shared and thank you for your testimony of him!

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  2. byumomof4May 19, 2014 at 10:40 AM

    beautiful reminder. Thank you :)

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  3. The Schofield FamilyMay 21, 2014 at 5:00 PM

    Amazing :)

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  4. AnonymousMay 21, 2014 at 8:14 PM

    you're inspiring - thanks for your testimony

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